Nightmare Corrosion

When he woke up again, Barron was extremely surprised.

He originally thought that he would never wake up again. After all, not only did he encounter the spell caster, but there were also elves chasing him behind him. According to his understanding of the elves, he would definitely kill him with one knife.

After waking up from a coma, Barron looked at the densely packed heads of people around him. The strong body odor and stinky smell were everywhere, and he was filled with doubts.

This is a wooden building that used to be the city hall of a human town, but is now used as a prison. It is as densely packed as a sardine can and filled with humans.

Many human beings gathered together, eating, drinking, and eating. No one could tell which side was better than hell. Barron even felt that he was awakened by a living smoke. However, human adaptability is infinite. He I quickly got used to the smell.

"At least three hundred, no, five hundred people!"

As a wizard, Barron was an unscrupulous cultural person. When he stood up and glanced around, he roughly estimated the number of people, and he also saw the tall and strong figures standing at the door through the crack in the door.

Elf!

They were caught by the elves!

Barron's first reaction was not one of panic, but a kind of surprise!

"Could it be that these elves have finally begun to take in human captives?"

Barron felt ashamed of the thoughts in his mind, but the joy of surviving completely overshadowed these emotions. If he could live, no one would be willing to die. Being a slave was miserable, but it was better than being a dead person.

Also, the sudden disappearance of the Ether Sea had a huge impact on the wizards. Even the human front was collapsed thousands of miles away, and the situation was reversed in an instant. In this case, it is normal for the elves to change their strategies to accommodate the prisoners!

Barron felt that he had found the truth of the matter, and what followed was intense excitement!

If many elves fall into the hands of humans, they will choose to commit suicide if given the chance. However, when humans fall into the hands of elves, most of them are killed. This is due to the different racial characteristics of the two races.

For humans, as long as they are alive, there is hope for everything.

At this moment, Barron also understood that the most important thing for him now was to hide his identity as a wizard!

After experiencing the initial panic of the sudden disappearance of the Ether Sea, Barron has gradually calmed down. His absolute trust in the Ether Sea makes him not think that the Ether Sea will disappear out of thin air. This must be the conspiracy of those elves who used despicable means to seal it. Or blocked the power of the etheric sea!

But as a wizard, Barron deeply understands the horror of the etheric sea. Even if those elves can block it for a while, they cannot block it for a lifetime. The power of the etheric sea will eventually return, and at that time, it will be the death of these elves!

What he has to do now is to retain the fire of human resistance and lurk for the sake of mankind.

Thinking like this, Barron's heart gradually calmed down, and his movements and expressions began to move closer to the others. Fortunately, before he escaped, he knew that the wizard would be targeted. He abandoned his gorgeous robes and accessories, and now his clothes are dirty and still have residue. With bloodstains.

Soon, the door of the hall was opened, and then two elves walked in, feeding them some food that was worse than pig food. They had a bad expression, as if they were always looking for an opportunity to kill one or two humans.

It's just that among these humans, those who resisted or would rather die would have been killed long ago. The remaining people were as docile as sheep. Barron was hidden among them, and he looked lifelike. Unfortunately, he did not snatch food.

After losing his witchcraft, his pampered body was as fragile as firewood compared with those farmers or soldiers.

"Come on, come out quickly!"

After eating, these humans were driven out, and then were monitored along the way by heavily armed elves, and came to an open space.

Barron could tell that this should be a farmland, but it was now in a mess. Countless people used various tools and even their hands to dig ditches as high as people on the ground, while the remaining people were responsible for smoothing them out. , tamp down, busy in full swing.

Barron looked over at a glance and roughly estimated that there were about two to three thousand people.

"What are these elves doing?"

The curiosity stemming from the wizard made him start to speculate, but he was soon roughly pushed into a ditch by an elf and threw him a shovel.

"Dig according to the lines marked on the ground. Each line must be deeper than a person. If it is not completed before dark, all of them will be executed!"

A group of tall elves stared at them fiercely, their hands always on the weapons at their waists, looking at them as if they were looking for the place to cut the sword.

Barron originally wanted to take another look, but when he changed his gaze, he suddenly saw two elves talking not far away. His pupils shrank and he quickly jumped down the ditch to hide himself.

He could identify the robe of one of the elves. It was gorgeous and elegant, and was very popular among the nobles. It was the mark of a high-level spellcaster.

On the other side, Morun couldn't help but smile as he watched a human being who was obviously pampered no matter his movements or skin color disappear from sight.

When a husky tries to hide among wolves, it ignores how conspicuous its unique temperament is to outsiders.

"Dear Lord Moon Splitter, I have tried my best to capture these evil humans, but the number and what you requested are still far from enough."

Standing next to Morun was a handsome elf wearing a patterned half-length armor and holding a helmet. In fact, judging from human aesthetics, most elves are indeed a race of handsome men and beautiful women.

"And we don't have enough food and we don't have enough people to guard it."

The elf continued to speak, but his eyes kept falling on Morun's chin. His eyes were full of awe, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

This was a member of an ancient aristocracy among the elves. Before, even high-level spellcasters, this elf would at most look at him as an equal, and there was no such deep-seated awe at all.

Thinking of this, Morun couldn't help but look up at the sky. Although the sun was shining brightly, he seemed to see the bright moon behind the light, and the cracks on it that looked like eyes.

That was the manifestation of his achievements, and it was also the origin of the title Moon Splitter.

In the history of elves, only those heroes who are famous in history and those elves who have made great contributions can have their own titles. This kind of unparalleled honor is like conquerors, liberators, and popular heroes. Generally speaking, he, or his descendants, can be called: Tirichil-Morlun-Moon Splitter!

After he escaped the pursuit of the royal court, his achievements spread throughout the elven world along with the rising moon.

"Don't worry, Mr. Druid, I will inherit your will and belief and end the Battle of Evermark!"

Morun touched his cheek, where there were five different patterns, forming a flower tattoo, and looked at the bowed elf quietly.

"Contact more companions, like-minded elves!"

"If we want to save our world, the power of elves alone is far from enough!"

Well, tearing and splitting actually mean the same thing!